“Ah! Mama! There’s a weird Paparazzo pointing a bazooka at us.”

Yesterday, David, a neighbor to the north, said he saw two owlets down by where he lives. We went to check it out and only saw an adult owl. I went back to see if they were out tonight. Not only were they out, but the owlet’s mama was also feeding one of them a squirrel.

This owlet looks like the older of the two.

The mama was not too sure about the pesky Paparrazo.

Cows at sunset

Mary and Paul were still plotting their flight across the ditch tonight. Peter is still waiting for them.